Monday, March 26, 2012

contrasts in the shade

Indifference shows us the strength of love. Night's cloak lets us truly see the details of the day. And I suspect that is all Hegel was attempting to teach us with his convoluted Teutonic dialectic.

My friend, Ron Nelson in Oregon, sent me an email that tossed me down this philosophical rabbit trail. The photograph at the top of this post is of his back yard.

My former state has been having some very odd weather. When I was there in December, it seemed like Spring. But Oregon has suffered a series of winter storms that do not fit its regular pattern.

Oregon is a wet winter state. Not a cold, snowy place. That is why I never quite understand people from places like Ontario or Alberta when they say they come south for the weather. Weather has never been a real factor for me in deciding where to live. But, for them, the contrast is greater.

And that sounds just a bit churlish this noon. Because here I sit on my patio. 72 degrees. 60% humidity. With a nice breeze. Almost perfect. With the exception of the odd mosquito -- who is simply trying to add to the contrast, I suspect.

I may have not come south for the weather. But today I can really appreciate the contrast.

So, Ron. As much as I enjoy contrasts, today I will simply enjoy this end of the spectrum.

At least netting wouldn't poison you in the process...If any of you commenting only knew the VOLUME of that stuff which is dispensed nightly in that particular yard! A tropical, chemical/ant wasteland after the sun goes down.

I suspect because there was a big meat target out with them--no offence. :) There is something about chemically "raiding" the yard both you and my dad seem to get a kick out of. I would still like to see you don the oxygen-style tank, gloves and 6 foot pole with pressure-washer nozzle out there--true raid-master soldier going to battle!

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